The sun sets below the ridge, And the shadows come to play, Earth takes a breath so deep, As day makes its gentle exit.

The trees whisper ancient tales, Leaves dance with the touch of a breeze, Nature’s melodies echo softly, Carried by twilight’s ease.

In the silence, life begins to huddle, Stars twinkle in a distant gray, The moon, like a soft acceptance, Guides the night on its way.

• T E Lawrence